Our Journey

2002 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #1

2003 1st consult with an RE, you know, just in case

2003 Got Married (at 37 (me) & 34 (DH) years old)

2003/2004 Naturally conceived pregnancies BFPs #1, #2, & #3 and miscarriages #1, #2, #3

2005 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #2

2005 IVF #1, BFN #1

2005 IUIs #1 and #2, just because, BFN #2 & #3

2005 FET from IVF #1, BFN #4

2006 Exploratory surgery to remove scar tissue from fibroid sugery #2

2006 IVF #2 (w PGD), BFP #4

2006 Emergency cerclage for IC @ 16w6d (5 months + 1 week of complete bed rest at home ensues)

2007 Our son is born @ 38w by scheduled c-section

2007 IVF #3 for baby #2, BFN #5

2007 IVF #4, BFP #5, miscarriage #4

2008 IVF #5, BFP #6, miscarriage #5

2008 IVF #6, BFP #7, miscarriage #6

2008 DE IVF #7, BFN #6

2009 DEFET #8, cancelled, embryos don't thaw

2010 Decide to adopt domestically

12.17.10 Profile is live with our agency

November 2011 Consult with RE re: donated embryo cycle

Early January 2012 Cleared to proceed with deFET

January 2012 Freeze our profile

1.20.12 deFET begins
2.12.12 eSET of one compacted morula
2.22.12 BFN

3.23.12 deFET #2 begins
4.14.12 transfer 3 embryos (1-8 cell, 1-5 cell, 1-4 cell)
4.22.12 + HPT
4.24.12 Beta #1 = 48.4
4.26.12 Beta #2 = 125.7
4.30.12 Beta #3 = 777.8
5.11.12 1st U/S - Singleton!
7.12.12 It's a Boy!
12.26.12 C-section: Baby G is born, 9#5oz, 20.5"

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The Other Side of the Big Move (and August 2011 Stats)

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. It cannot be overstated just how much moving sucks. Even with great movers (as ours were), we were woefully under-prepared to move our copious amounts of sixteen years worth of accumulated stuff. First, know that I am a purger by nature. It gives me great relief to donate, pass along, sell, or throw things out. And, a cousin to my purger is ‘a place for everything and everything in its place’. I like order. I enjoy things being put away. I do not require white glove cleanliness but I am known to get down on my hands and knees with a wet paper towel to wipe up the bathroom floors. I will make time to clean and straighten. Not in an OCD way, but I was raised doing chores and I cannot really relax or revel in relaxation until things are in order.

My husband, on the other hand. while not a hoarder by any means, is not diligent in keeping up with stuff. There can be piles of paperwork and he simply doesn’t notice. He is unfazed being surrounded by boxes and boxes and bags of stuff. He does not appreciate order enough to put effort toward accomplishing it. And, honestly, I’ve allowed him to rub off on me in that I allowed us to wallow in a great degree of disorganization. Which is not great when one is going to move. And now we I am paying the price.

The thing about moving when packing yourself is that everything must be touched, twice: once to pack it and again to unpack it. And, I’ve learned that unpacking is about triage–the most important, most oft used stuff gets put away first and then you work your way backward until you are left with boxes of mis-matched plasticware and 15 year old credit card receipts and phone records from before your mobile phone existed. Let me say clearly enough, it stresses me the eff up to live like this, among the boxes of stuff that I haven’t needed or used in years but has found its way to the new house.

And, our backyard has been completely demolished (read: dirt) for three weeks, and the back fence was just completed yesterday. So, there is dust everywhere. Add to that the stress of dealing with our contractor who has less than stellar active listening skills; the fact that my son’s school didn’t start until last Thursday so he was with us full-time while the worst of the move was underway; the fact that we are spending way more than we budgeted (at a time when I am not working), and it is a recipe for tipping the threshold of overwhelm. There, I said it, I am o-v-e-r-w-h-e-l-m-e-d.

Regardless, as boxes get unpacked, and unnecessary stuff gets tossed out or donated, as new furniture is delivered and pictures are hung, as I make our first meals here (on my new stove), and as we give baths and read bedtime stories to our son in his new bathtub and bedroom, we are slowly making this house a home.

In other news, after switching our adoption filter from girl-only to a girl preference, we were shown to 8 birth mothers in August. Yes, in one 30 day period, we were shown to one less than as many birth mothers as we’d been shown to in the previous 8 months combined. While it certainly gives me hope that perhaps the right adoption situation might actually come along, it in no way secures that fate. For those following along, our stats to date are:

August – 8
July – 1
June – 2
May – 2
April – 1
March – 1
February – 2
January – 0
December – 0

Soon, I will post the epilogue to this.

“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
~Dr. William A. Ward

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